I realized that what I'd done was excessively counter-productive. I'd wanted to review in mass volume, to be able to rack up big numbers, which ultimately meant that there would need to be a steady stream of movies coming in and this often times led to a horrible by-product: a steady stream of movies lying around. Not only had I bitten off more than I could possibly even think about caring to chew, but I'd become barricaded, both physically and figuratively, behind a rising wall of videos; there was a sense of urgency in the removal of these "burdens" that became its own vicious circle.

And taking steps to change this became a lifestyle change (sad as that may sound), mostly because my lifestyle consisted of this little window in which I'd write - but which you'd have to squint to see from a distance, as it was peaking out somewhere in the massive, Berlin Wall-sized pile of films I'd piled and re-piled in chronological order (first), the order in which I thought I might enjoy them (oh dear) and, finally, a random order (so there would be something to nag and distract me as I watched the films).

Being an unofficial critic sucked in more ways than I care to sit here and dream up. And the seductive air I drew from reading other critics, you can imagine, didn't help much at all.

(By the way, is any sort of exploitation sincere enough to un-become exploitation?"

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